Nevermind the graphic; I'm not sure what exactly it's about. This is a post on the novella by Thomas Mann, the first legit German lit I've ever read. It was supremely well-written, that is, one of the best things that can be said for the novel is simply how superior the prose is itself, and that's with a translation. There are a number of particular descriptions I will probably remember forever, such as the description of the main character, Gustav Aschenbach, as living like a fist, closed tightly, resting on an arm of a chair, rather than like a hand, lolling open in rest, loosely laid on the same arm. Or something like that!
As for the tone and plot, it's basically a surprisingly satisfactory mix of The Stranger and Lolita. Even if you've read either of those it's difficult to imagine exactly how that's brought about, but if you read it, you might agree that that's an apt approximation.
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